In the earlier 20s, there was a mayor who was really in love with Europe. Everything he build in town, he built inspired in an European style.
He was the one who planned and built the Palace of the Arts, or “The European Theatre”. Inspired by the big theatres of the old continent, but much smaller. Still, he wanted it to be as beautiful, and spent all money he could with it.
He wasn’t really a good mayor. He was said to have stolen a lot while in power, and his fancy buildings were never what the town needed.
The Palace is his big legacy, and though it seems a impressive one, it really isn’t. It has always been overall too expensive, the bills too high. Bringing great plays is too expensive. Tickets ended up too expensive. Many people still went to the performances at first, to seem intelectual mostly. But not many were really interested in the classical plays that the mayor wanted there. After a new months it started to be hard to keep a public.
The administration really tried. Lowering tickets prices, diversificating the style of plays. Still, it costed too much to keep, and the gain was too small.
If the former mayor saw the state his beloved Palace is nowadays, he would cry. And it would probably be closed forever, if it wasn’t for the dream of a young artist.
Every since she was little, Christine would pass in front of the Palace of the Arts everyday when going to school. It was already in bad conditions then, but it still lit a flame in the girl’s heart. She daydreamed about what it looked like when it opened, about what it would look like in its full glory. She dreamed of performing there one day.
Christine was talented. She was in every school play, and when she was 13 her parents found a teacher who gave singing classes for an affordable price. She had a beautiful voice and loved singing more than anything.
She was also what people called “stubborn”. She dreamed about performing in that place, and no one would stop her. At the age of 21, she one day decided to go to the City Hall to ask about the Palace, and her parents almost had to pick her up from the jail. She fortunately didn’t get to be arrested, but it was close. And she got what she wanted. Christine had a permission to use the Palace if she could pay the bills. She knew it would be hard but it didn’t make her less happy.
That’s how The Last Hope was born. Christine called everyone she knew who had a bit of inclination to the arts to help, from her high school class and from her singing class. A small group of actors and musicians, that didn’t have the right size or formation to be called anything. Together they started raising the money, with performances and internet campaigns.
The Last Hope was now four years old, and it was harder than Christine could imagine. They still could use the Palace, even if sometimes they had to pay from their own pockets to complete the money. Most of what they got was from donations, and they all had other jobs since they didn’t get a penny from this work. They would always say the next month things would go better, that they would finally be able to do some of the restorations that the Palace needed. And it always had to wait the next month.
They would often have auditions, since many people left. Christine was very frustrated with it, but the people who did stay revealed to be some of the most loyal and trustful people she ever knew. She considered them more than friends, they were almost a second family to her.
Christine’s family supported her, sometimes even giving money when she needed, but they hoped she would give up soon. For them, she had talent to be in a better place and was wasting that in a hopeless dream.
“Remind me why I am doing this, Meg.”
“Because you love me?”
Raoul sighed. Meg was right. He loved her as if she was his own sister, and he would do anything for her, including this.
Meg was only one year younger than him, and a bit taller, with her 1,75 m. She has light skin and long black hair. Her legs are thin and long, and she is a bit self conscious about her height. Raoul sees no reason for her to be.
Raoul was a blond 22 years old who looked younger. It bothered him to be mistaken by a teenager, and it happened quite often. He was the youngest son of a very rich family of German origin.
Meg was the daughter of a woman who worked for his family. Because of their close age, they soon became friends. Raoul actually sometimes felt closer to her than to his own sisters. Because of him, his parents paid a few things for Meg, including her singing lessons.
Raoul never thought he would regret it, but now he did a bit. Meg wanted to join some sort of band called “The Last Hope”, and it was her audition day. Raoul had no doubt she would pass it, but Meg was very nervous. So, she asked her childhood friend, her heart brother, to go with her.
The problem was that Raoul hated music.
He didn’t want to met these people who lived and breathed music. He was polite and didn’t like offending people, so he would have no choice but to lie.
That was Meg’s world, not his.
But he loved her, and would do anything for her, including this.
And her smile made it worth it.
The two arrived the European Theatre. Raoul could not understand why anyone would still want to go to that place. Sure, it may have been beautiful once, but now it was in a terrible state. Most of the original painting have faded, and some young delinquents painted some profanities on the front. There were cracks everywhere, as if it could fall apart any second. Raoul heard it had been abandoned for many years (and if he was to be honest it still looked like it was), and kids used to say it was haunted.
Not really knowing what he got himself into, Raoul followed Meg inside. At least she was happy, almost shinning, but also very nervous about her audition.
When they arrived the big hall, a short woman walked to them. She was black, her short hair not touching her shoulders. She wore a plain blue dress, and there was such grace in the way she walked and moved. Raoul had never seen this woman before, but Meg waved to her.
“You must be Christine, right?”
“Yes. Are you Margaret?”
“Yes. And please, call me Meg.”
Raoul did hear their introduction, but didn’t pay attention to the words. His mind was completely focused on the woman in front of him, her every small gesture almost hypnotizing him. What did she say her name was?
“And you are?”
It took him some seconds to realize she talked to him.
“Ah, I am Raoul.”
“Are you here for an audition too?”
“No, no. Just accompanying my dear Meg.”
Christine nodded.
“We are always accepting so… if you happen to have some secret talent, feel free to contact us.”
Raoul could only nod. His mouth was slightly open. Christine couldn’t help but giggle at his behaviour. When she turned around, Meg let out a silent laugh.
“Stop flirting, Raoul!”, she whispered.
“I am not flirting!”, he whispered back.
“Also, we always accept donations.”, said Christine. There was a big smile on her face, the whole situation amusing her. “Please follow me, I am gonna introduce you to some of the guys who are around today.”
They entered the auditorium, Meg and Raoul following Christine. Raoul was really surprised at himself. He has seen beautiful women before, and he has had crushes before, but no one made him act as such as fool as he was now in front of Christine. She was beautiful, but not in an abnormal way, and so far he only exchanged a few words with her. There was no reason for her to affect him so deeply so soon. What was this spark?
A few people were sitting in the lower level of the audience.
“Guys!”, called Christine. All looked at her direction, except for one guy that wore big headphones. A girl sitting besides him poked his shoulder, making him turn too. “This is Meg. She came for an audition. And this is her… friend? Brother? Boyfriend?”
“Only friend.”, explained Meg. She winked to Raoul.
Christine started introducing the members of “The Last Hope” that were there. The guy with headphones, a tall and thin brunette, was Kenneth, the male lead singer and violin player. The girl besides him, with long black hair tied behind her head, and wearing a shinning pink jacket, was Carlotta, the female lead singer. Behind her, two girls whispered to each other. One of them was really short, had green eyes, some freckles covering her cheeks, and short light brown hair. He name was Cécile. The other had a very serious expression, dark skin, curly hair and wore a cropped top and yoga pants, that showed her well-defined body. Christine introduced her as Sorelli.
“Is that your first name or last name?”, Meg asked, curious.
“Yes.”, she replied, serious.
Both Cécile and Sorelli were backup singers. Cécile also played the cello, and Sorelli was a “passionate dancer”, though they didn’t perform any dance in The Lat Hope.
Beside Sorelli, sat a short man. He had dark hair and blue eyes, and a heavy body. His name was Carlos, a backup singer. Finally, on his side sat a tall dark skinned man, that showed Meg a kind smile. He was Antonio, another backup singer.
After introducing everyone, Christine offered Raoul a seat, and told Meg to go on stage. Raoul noticed that the fabric of the seats was really old and worn. He avoided looking at Christine, afraid he would stare. He really couldn’t understand why she attracted him so much, it was something he didn’t remember ever feeling before.
Raoul wished he was paying more attention to Meg singing, but that was something he had seen many times before. As much as he tried to avoid, his full attention was on Christine.